In the apartment, Lin Qian was cleaning up.
The tabletops had gathered a bit of dust since she hadn't returned for several days.
As she scrubbed and scrubbed, the doorbell rang.
Lin Qian paused, walking to the door, and peered through the peephole. Upon seeing who stood outside, her lips couldn't help but purse slightly.
Su Yu'an had come?
Had he already been discharged from the hospital?
He was also holding a bouquet of pink roses. This was...
Her fingers involuntarily curled up. Lin Qian remained silent for a moment before opening the door.
Outside, Su Yu'an looked at Lin Qian, a warm, refined smile blooming on his clear-cut face, "Qianqian."
Lin Qian pressed her lips together, "Why have you come?"
"Since you didn't come to see me, I had to come see you instead."
Su Yu'an smiled warmly, "Aren't you going to invite me in to sit?"
"Yu'an..."
"Qianqian, do you really have to be so heartless? I don't mean anything else, I just want to talk to you."